Written by: jeffry cohan


One cannot assuage one’s age
Once one is forced to turn a page
On to the next chapter at hand
And perhaps on to a foreign land

I cannot deny what your eyes espy
Wrinkles that weren’t there yesterday
But are now on my face to stay
Linear signs that signify three scores of years
Brought about by laughter and too many tears
Crevices created and fated by fears
And grief that is difficult to gauge
Because no one can assuage one’s age

Time has sculpted this face of mine
A furrowed brow by fate’s design
Behind these lines is a lengthened tale
And reminders of when my life first turned stale
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